My furson'a description

Standing before you there was a solidly built young fur. His bright powder blue orbs would come to stare at you or was it through you? Hard to tell at times. Though eyes and face would make one think this boy was always ready to hit something, he did have a soft tender side. A side which he would extend to other's in need. A golden heart some might even say. The fur that coated the youth's body was a beautiful raven black with black spots, smooth and velvet to the touch, it gave a healthy bluish tint when hit with light. Fluffy tail curled and swayed with each step the boy would take with his well muscled legs and thighs, rounded off with a firm, supple rump. Tight abs outlined with aid of his fur, large toned chest leading to strong muscular arms. Though only standing at five feet, five inches, he was a little on the short side but his body well enough made up for it and what others might think about this woltah, he was still an innocent, pure 19 year old pup, waiting for his life to bloom. He always keeps a gym bag with his clothes in it with him, but for now all he's wearing is a white loincloth, to show off his young, but yet toned body to anyone that looks his way.